I enjoy a relationship at work with a woman named Cynthia.

She is an attractive brunette with a mouth-watering figure. We often take walks or go to lunch and hang out together whenever possible. Many times I have fantasized about having sex with her — on my desk, in my company car, whenever and wherever.

Cynthia is an open and adventurous person. And the topic of sex comes up frequently, despite the fact that we are both happily married.

One day we were out of the office together on a field call. As we rode to the work-site, we joked about the normal work-related topics, as well as some of our other favorite, more racy subjects. We arrived early at the site, which was off the beaten path down an old country road in the woods. We parked in a clearing, and, as we looked around, saw that we were the only ones there; the client wasn’t due to show up for almost another hour.

Our conversation somehow turned to masturbating in the woods. I readily admitted to Cynthia that I would stroke myself into a frenzy when working outdoors, taking care of any desires I had. I told her I would sometimes unload in the car before beginning my daily job, but felt more natural to let go outside, while the wind was whispering around me and the sun shining on my exposed erection. Cynthia admitted that she liked to do this too, on occasion, and loved the feeling of the sun on her skin.

“I started stroking my cock faster, wearing down her resolve — to not fuck — with my exhibition of desire.”

I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was getting excited — I suggested that there might be a way we could take care of our desires within the limits of our marriages. My argument was that if we pleasured ourselves without touching each other, it would not constitute cheating. Cynthia was reluctant, but soon couldn’t seem to take her eyes off me as I stroked my hard cock through my pants.

She did her best to resist, spreading her legs a little but shaking her head to indicate that she thought this wasn’t such a hot idea.

At this point I couldn’t help myself. I undid my pants and pulled out my rock-hard cock. I think she was surprised to see how big it was in its fully aroused state. I started to stroke it slowly, hoping that I could convince her to take off her own pants and show me her sweet nectar-pot.

Cynthia rubbed her legs together and looked at me. Her cheeks flushed with growing need. I started stroking my cock faster, wearing down her resolve with my exhibition of desire. Finally she undid her pants button and dipped her fingers into her soft moistness. It was all I could do to keep from lowering my face into her crotch and helping her out.

I gave her a few seconds to touch her clit, then asked if she would pull off her pants and show me her sweet pussy. Cynthia was so hot, she didn’t hesitate to expose her cute pink panties, which were wet from the thrill. I wanted to reach over and caress her fine ass, but the “no touching” rule was still in effect. Sliding her fingers in and out of her sticky pussy, she was moaning while staring at my cock. As I stroked it faster, Cynthia pulled down her panties all the way, showing me her tight round ass and pretty pussy. I was going nuts at this point, telling her to spread her legs wide so I could fuck her with my eyes. Breathing heavily, I told her I needed to see all of her smooth firm ass and wanted her to twist away from me on her side. She shifted a bit, spreading her cheeks, all the while rubbing her swollen rosy clit. Her beautiful pink ass hole was all I needed to see, and I let go with a blast of come that went all over my hand and the front seat of the car.

This pushed Cynthia over the edge. She sighed heavily in satisfaction as she reached her climax, then looked at me and smiled, bringing her hand from her dew-covered bush to my lips. I devoured her succulent juices and asked for more. Before I got any, she grabbed my hand and started licking the come from my fingers. For about five minutes, we savored each other’s love nectar. She would caress the warm moistness of her slippery pussy, then run her finger to my waiting lips. I squeezed my still-throbbing cock of any remaining come and had her suck my fingers.

We sat in the car for another couple of minutes, trying to regain our composure. Later, I asked her whether fucking without touching was worth it, and she just laughed. I then asked her if she would give me her soaked panties, so I could savor her fragrance for days to come. She told me I would have to wait until the end of the day, as she planned on making them even wetter.

Needless to say, we didn’t get much work done that day once we got back to the office. I just kept staring at her ass while I walked around with a boner. I’m hoping we’ll get to go out in the country and “fuck” another time — without touching, of course!